Well，takewhatyouwill，——thoughitbeonthesly，Maraudingorbegging，——Ishallnotaskwhy，Butwillcallitadole，justtohelponhiswayAfour-footedfriarinordersofgray！
　　TOASEA-BIRD
　　（SANTACRUZ，1869）
　　Saunteringhitheronlistlesswings，Carelessvagabondofthesea，Littlethouheedestthesurfthatsings，Thebarthatthunders，theshalethatrings，——
　　Givemetokeepthycompany。
　　Littlethouhast，oldfriend，that’snew；
　　Stormsandwrecksareoldthingstothee；
　　SickamIofthesechanges，too；
　　Littletocarefor，littletorue，——
　　Iontheshore，andthouonthesea。
　　Allofthywanderings，farandnear，Bringtheeatlasttoshoreandme；
　　Allofmyjourneyingsendthemhere：
　　Thisourtethermustbeourcheer，——
　　Iontheshore，andthouonthesea。
　　Lazilyrockingonocean’sbreast，Somethingincommon，oldfriend，havewe：
　　Thouontheshingleseek’stthynest，Itothewaterslookforrest，——
　　Iontheshore，andthouonthesea。
　　WHATTHECHIMNEYSANG
　　Overthechimneythenight-windsangAndchantedamelodynooneknew；
　　AndtheWomanstopped，asherbabeshetossed，Andthoughtoftheoneshehadlongsincelost，Andsaid，asherteardropsbacksheforced，"Ihatethewindinthechimney。"
　　Overthechimneythenight-windsangAndchantedamelodynooneknew；
　　AndtheChildrensaid，astheycloserdrew，"’Tissomewitchthatiscleavingtheblacknightthrough，’Tisafairytrumpetthatjustthenblew，Andwefearthewindinthechimney。"
　　Overthechimneythenight-windsangAndchantedamelodynooneknew；
　　AndtheMan，ashesatonhishearthbelow，Saidtohimself，"Itwillsurelysnow，Andfuelisdearandwageslow，AndI’llstoptheleakinthechimney。"
　　Overthechimneythenight-windsangAndchantedamelodynooneknew；
　　ButthePoetlistenedandsmiled，forheWasManandWomanandChild，allthree，Andsaid，"ItisGod’sownharmony，Thiswindwehearinthechimney。"
　　DICKENSINCAMP
　　Abovethepinesthemoonwasslowlydrifting，Theriversangbelow；
　　ThedimSierras，farbeyond，upliftingTheirminaretsofsnow。
　　Theroaringcamp-fire，withrudehumor，paintedTheruddytintsofhealthOnhaggardfaceandformthatdroopedandfaintedInthefierceraceforwealth；
　　Tillonearose，andfromhispack’sscanttreasureAhoardedvolumedrew，AndcardsweredroppedfromhandsoflistlessleisureTohearthetaleanew。
　　Andthen，whileroundthemshadowsgatheredfaster，Andasthefirelightfell，HereadaloudthebookwhereintheMasterHadwritof"LittleNell。"
　　Perhaps’twasboyishfancy，——forthereaderWasyoungestofthemall，——
　　But，asheread，fromclusteringpineandcedarAsilenceseemedtofall；
　　Thefir-trees，gatheringcloserintheshadows，Listenedineveryspray，Whilethewholecampwith"Nell"onEnglishmeadowsWanderedandlosttheirway。
　　Andsoinmountainsolitudes——o’ertakenAsbysomespelldivine——
　　TheircaresdroppedfromthemliketheneedlesshakenFromoutthegustypine。
　　Lostisthatcampandwastedallitsfire；
　　Andhewhowroughtthatspell？
　　Ah！toweringpineandstatelyKentishspire，Yehaveonetaletotell！
　　Lostisthatcamp，butletitsfragrantstoryBlendwiththebreaththatthrillsWithhop-vine’sincenseallthepensivegloryThatfillstheKentishhills。
　　AndonthatgravewhereEnglishoakandhollyAndlaurelwreathsentwine，Deemitnotallatoopresumptuousfolly，ThissprayofWesternpine！
　　July，1870。
　　"TWENTYYEARS"
　　Begyourpardon，oldfellow！IthinkIwasdreamingjustnowwhenyouspoke。
　　Thefactis，themusicalclinkOftheiceonyourwine-goblet’sbrinkAchordofmymemorywoke。
　　AndIstoodinthepasture-fieldwhereTwentysummersagoIhadstood；
　　AndIheardinthatsound，Ideclare，Theclinkingofbellsintheair，Ofthecowscominghomefromthewood。
　　Thentheapple-bloomshookonthehill；
　　Andthemullein-stalkstiltedeachlance；
　　AndthesunbehindRapalye’smillWasmyuttermostWest，andcouldthrillLikesomefancifullandofromance。
　　Thenmyfriendwasahero，andthenMygirlwasanangel。Infine，Idrankbuttermilk；forattenFaithaskslesstoaidherthanwhenAtthirtywedoubtoverwine。
　　Ah，well，itDOESseemthatImustHavebeendreamingjustnowwhenyouspoke，Orlost，verylike，inthedustOftheyearsthatslowfashionedthecrustOnthatbottlewhosesealyoulastbroke。
　　Twentyyearswasitsage，didyousay？
　　Twentyyears？Ah，myfriend，itistrue！
　　Allthedreamsthathaveflownsincethatday，Allthehopesinthattimepassedaway，Oldfriend，I’vebeendrinkingwithyou！
　　FATE
　　"Theskyisclouded，therocksarebare，Thesprayofthetempestiswhiteinair；
　　Thewindsareoutwiththewavesatplay，AndIshallnottempttheseato-day。
　　"Thetrailisnarrow，thewoodisdim，Thepantherclingstothearchinglimb；
　　Andthelion’swhelpsareabroadatplay，AndIshallnotjoininthechaseto-day。"
　　Buttheshipsailedsafelyoverthesea，Andthehunterscamefromthechaseinglee；
　　AndthetownthatwasbuildeduponarockWasswallowedupintheearthquakeshock。
　　GRANDMOTHERTENTERDEN
　　（MASSACHUSETTSSHORE，1800）
　　Iminditwasbutyesterday：
　　Thesunwasdim，theairwaschill；
　　Belowthetown，belowthehill，Thesailsofmyson’sshipdidfill，——
　　MyJacob，whowascastaway。
　　Hesaid，"Godkeepyou，motherdear，"
　　Butdidnotturntokisshiswife；
　　Theyhadsomefoolish，idlestrife；
　　Hertonguewaslikeatwo-edgedknife，Andhewasproudasanypeer。
　　HowbeitthatnightItooknonoteOfseanorsky，forallwasdrear；
　　Imarkednotthatthehillslookednear，Northatthemoon，thoughcurvedandclear，Throughcurd-likescuddiddriveandfloat。
　　ForwithmydarlingwentthejoyOfautumnwoodsandmeadowsbrown；
　　Icametohatethelittletown；
　　ItseemedasifthesunwentdownWithhim，myonlydarlingboy。
　　Itwasthemiddleofthenight：
　　Thewind，itshiftedwest-by-south，——
　　Itpiledhighuptheharbormouth；
　　Themarshes，blackwithsummerdrouth，Wereallabroadwithsea-foamwhite。
　　Itwasthemiddleofthenight：
　　Theseauponthegardenleapt，Andmyson’swifeinquietslept，AndI，hismother，wakedandwept，Whenlo！therecameasuddenlight。
　　Andtherehestood！Hisseaman’sdressAllwetanddrippingseemedtobe；
　　ThepalebluefiresoftheseaDrippedfromhisgarmentsconstantly，——
　　Icouldnotspeakthroughcowardness。
　　"Icomethroughnightandstorm，"hesaid。
　　"Throughstormandnightanddeath，"saidhe，"Tokissmywife，ifitsobeThatstrifestillholds’twixtherandme，Forallbeyondispeace，"hesaid。
　　"TheseaisHis，andHewhosentThewindandwavecansoothetheirstrifeAndbriefandfoolishisourlife。"
　　Hestoopedandkissedhissleepingwife，Thensighed，andlikeadreamhewent。
　　Now，whenmydarlingkissednotme，Buther——hiswife——whodidnotwake，Myheartwithinmeseemedtobreak；
　　Isworeavow，northenceforthspakeOfwhatmyclearereyesdidsee。
　　Andwhentheslowweeksbroughthimnot，Somehowwespakeofaughtbeside：
　　Forshe——herhopeupheldherpride；
　　AndI——inmeallhopehaddied，Andmysonpassedasifforgot。
　　Itwasaboutthenextspringtide：
　　Shepinedandfadedwhereshestood，Yetspakenowordofillorgood；
　　Shehadthehard，coldEdwards’bloodInallherveins——andsoshedied。
　　OnetimeIthought，beforeshepassed，Togiveherpeace；butereIspakeMethought，"HEwillbefirsttobreakThenewsinheaven，"andforhissakeIheldminebackuntilthelast。
　　AndhereIsit，norcaretoroam；
　　Ionlywaittohearhiscall。
　　IdoubtnotthatthisdaynextfallShallseemesafeinport，whereallAndeveryshipatlastcomeshome。
　　AndyouhavesailedtheSpanishMain，AndknewmyJacob？……Eh！Mercy！
　　Ah！Godofwisdom！haththeseaYieldeditsdeadtohumbleme？
　　Myboy！……MyJacob！……Turnagain！
　　GUILD’SSIGNAL
　　[WilliamGuildwasengineerofthetrainwhichonthe19thofApril，1813，plungedintoMeadowBrook，onthelineoftheStoningtonandProvidenceRailroad。Itwashiscustom，asoftenashepassedhishome，towhistlean"All’swell"tohiswife。Hewasfound，afterthedisaster，dead，withhishandonthethrottle-valveofhisengine。]
　　Twolowwhistles，quaintandclear：
　　Thatwasthesignaltheengineer——
　　ThatwasthesignalthatGuild，’tissaid——
　　GavetohiswifeatProvidence，Asthroughthesleepingtown，andthence，Outinthenight，Ontothelight，Downpastthefarms，lyingwhite，hesped！
　　Asahusband’sgreeting，scant，nodoubt，Yettothewomanlookingout，Watchingandwaiting，noserenade，Love-song，ormidnightroundelaySaidwhatthatwhistleseemedtosay：
　　"Tomytrusttrue，So，love，toyou！
　　Workingorwaiting，good-night！"itsaid。
　　Briskyoungbagmen，touristsfine，Oldcommutersalongtheline，Brakemenandportersglancedahead，Smiledasthesignal，sharp，intense，PiercedthroughtheshadowsofProvidence：
　　"Nothingamiss——
　　Nothing！——itisOnlyGuildcallinghiswife，"theysaid。
　　SummerandwintertheoldrefrainRango’erthebillowsofripeninggrain，Piercedthroughthebuddingboughso’erhead，FlewdownthetrackwhentheredleavesburnedLikelivingcoalsfromtheenginespurned；
　　Sangasitflew，"Toourtrusttrue，Firstofall，duty。Good-night！"itsaid。
　　Andthen，onenight，itwasheardnomoreFromStoningtonoverRhodeIslandshore，AndthefolkinProvidencesmiledandsaidAstheyturnedintheirbeds，"TheengineerHasonceforgottenhismidnightcheer。"
　　ONEonlyknew，Tohistrusttrue，Guildlayunderhisengine，dead。
　　ASPIRINGMISSDELAINE
　　（ACHEMICALNARRATIVE）
　　CertainfactswhichservetoexplainThephysicalcharmsofMissAddieDeLaine，Who，asthecommonreportsobtain，Surpassedincomplexionthelilyandrose；
　　Withaverysweetmouthandaretroussenose；
　　AfigurelikeHebe’s，orthatwhichrevolvesInamilliner’swindow，andpartiallysolvesThatquestionwhichmentorandmoralistpains，Ifgracemayexistminusfeelingorbrains。
　　Ofcoursetheyoungladyhadbeauxbythescore，Allthatshewanted，——whatgirlcouldaskmore？
　　Loversthatsighedandloversthatswore，Loversthatdancedandloversthatplayed，Menofprofession，ofleisure，andtrade；
　　Butone，whowasdestinedtotakethehighpartOfholdingthatmythicaltreasure，herheart，——
　　Thislover，thewonderandenvyoftown，Wasapracticingchemist，afellowcalledBrown。
　　Imighthereremarkthat’twasdoubtedbymany，Inregardtotheheart，ifMissAddiehadany；
　　Butnoonecouldlookinthateloquentface，Withitsexquisiteoutlineandfeaturesofgrace，Andmark，throughthetransparentskin，howthetideEbbedandflowedattheimpulseofpassionorpride，——
　　Nonecouldlook，whobelievedintheblood’scirculationAsarguedbyHarvey，butsawconfirmationThathere，atleast，Naturehadtriumphedo’erart，Andasfarascomplexionwentshehadaheart。
　　Butthisparparenthesis。BrownwasthemanPreferredofallotherstocarryherfan，Hookherglove，drapehershawl，anddoallthatabelleMaydemandofthelovershewantstotreatwell。
　　FolkswonderedandstaredthatafellowcalledBrown——
　　Abstractedandsolemn，inmanneraclown，Illdressed，withalingeringsmelloftheshop——
　　Shouldappearasherescortatpartyorhop。
　　Somesworehehadcookedupsomevillainouscharm，Orlovephilter，notintheregularPharm-
　　Acopoeia，andthus，frompuremaliceprepense，Hadbewitchedandbamboozledtheyounglady’ssense；
　　Othersthought，withmorereason，thesecrettolieInamagicalwashorindelibledye；
　　WhileSociety，withitscensoriouseyeAndjudgmentimpartial，stoodreadytodamnWhatwasn’timproperasbeingasham。
　　ForafortnightthetownfolkhadallbeenagogWithaparty，thefinesttheseasonhadseen，TobegiveninhonorofMissPollywog，Whowasjustcomingoutasabelleofsixteen。
　　Theguestswereinvited；butonenightbeforeAcarriagedrewupatthemodestbackdoorOfBrown’slab’ratory，and，fullintheglareOfabigpurplebottle，somecloselyveiledfairAlightedandentered：tomakemattersplain，Spiteofveilsanddisguises，’twasAddieDeLaine。
　　Asabowerfortruelove，’twashardlytheoneThataladywouldchoosetobewooedinorwon：
　　Noodorofroseorsweetjessamine’ssighBreathedafragrancetohallowtheirpledgeoftrothby，Northebalmthatexhalesfromtheodorousthyme；
　　Butthegaseouseffusionsofchlorideoflime，Andsalts，whichyourchemistdelightstoexplainAsthebaseofthesmelloftheroseandthedrain。
　　Thinkofthis，Oyeloversofsweetness！andknowWhatyousmellwhenyousnuffupLubinorPinaud。
　　Ipassbythegreetings，thetransportsandbliss，Whichofcoursedulyfollowedameetinglikethis，Andcomedowntobusiness，——forsuchtheintentOftheladywhonowo’erthecrucibleleant，Intheglowofafurnaceofcarbonandlime，Likeafairycalledupinthenewpantomime，——
　　Andgivebutherwords，asshecoylylookeddownInreplytothequestioningglancesofBrown：
　　"Iamtakingthedrops，andamusingthepaste，Andthelittlewhitepowdersthathadasweettaste，Whichyoutoldmewouldbrightentheglanceofmyeye，Andthedepilatory，andalsothedye，AndI’mcharmedwiththetrial；andnow，mydearBrown，Ihaveoneotherfavor，——now，ducky，don’tfrown，——
　　Onlyone，forachemistandgeniuslikeyouButatrifle，andoneyoucaneasilydo。
　　Nowlisten：to-morrow，youknow，isthenightOfthebirthdaysoireeofthatPollywogfright；
　　AndI’mtobethere，andthedressIshallwearIsTOOlovely；but"——"Butwhatthen，machere？"
　　SaidBrown，astheladycametoafullstop，Andglancedroundtheshelvesofthelittlebackshop。
　　"Well，Iwant——IwantsomethingtofillouttheskirtTotheproperdimensions，withoutbeinggirtInastiffcrinoline，orcagedinahoopThatshowsthroughone’sskirtlikethebarsofacoop；
　　Somethinglight，thataladymaywaltzin，orpolk，WithafreedomthatnonebutyoumasculinefolkEverknow。For，howeverpoorwomanaspires，She’salwaysbounddowntotheearthbythesewires。
　　Areyoulistening？Nonsense！don’tstarelikeaspoon，Idiotic；somelightthing，andspacious，andsoon——
　　Somethinglike——well，infact——somethinglikeaballoon！"
　　Hereshepaused；andhereBrown，overcomebysurprise，Gaveadoubtingassentwithstillwonderingeyes，Andtheladydeparted。ButjustatthedoorSomethinghappened，——’tistrue，ithadhappenedbeforeInthissanctumofscience，——asibilantsound，Likesomeelementjustfromitstrammelsunbound，Ortwosubstancesthattheiraffinitiesfound。
　　ThenightoftheanxiouslylookedforsoireeHadcome，withitsfaironesingorgeousarray；
　　Withtherattleofwheelsandthetinkleofbells，Andthe"Howdoyedo’s"andthe"Hopeyouarewell’s；"
　　Andthecrushinthepassage，andlastlingeringlookYougiveasyouhangyourbesthatonthehook；
　　Therushofhotairasthedooropenswide；
　　Andyourentry，——thatblendingofself-possessedprideAndhumilityshowninyourperfect-bredstareAtthefolk，asifwonderinghowtheygotthere；
　　WithothertricksworthyofVanityFair。
　　Meanwhile，thesafetopic，thebeatoftheroom，Alreadywaslosingitsfreshnessandbloom；
　　Youngpeoplewereyawning，andwonderingwhenThedancewouldcomeoff；andwhydidn’titthen：
　　Whenavagueexpectationwasthrillingthecrowd，Lo！thedoorswungitshingeswithutteranceproud！
　　AndPompeyannounced，withatrumpet-likestrain，TheentranceofBrownandMissAddieDeLaine。
　　Sheentered；butoh！howimperfecttheverbToexpresstothesenseshermovementsuperb！
　　Tosaythatshe"sailedin"moreclearlymighttellHergraceinitsbuoyantandbillowyswell。
　　Herrobewasavaguecircumambientspace，Withshadowyboundariesmadeofpoint-lace；
　　Therestwasbutguesswork，andwellmightdefyThepowerofcriticalfeminineeyeTodefineordescribe：’twereasfutiletotryThegossamerwebofthecirrustotrace，Floatingfarintheblueofawarmsummersky。
　　’MidstthehummingofpraisesandglancesofbeauxThatgreetourfairmaidenwherevershegoes，Brownslippedlikeashadow，grim，silent，andblack，Withalookofanxiety，closeinhertrack。
　　OncehewhisperedasideinherdelicateearAsentenceofwarning，——itmightbeoffear：
　　"Don’tstandinadraught，ifyouvalueyourlife。"
　　（Nothingmore，——suchadvicemightbegivenyourwifeOryoursweetheart，intimesofbronchitisandcough，Withoutmystery，romance，orfrivolousscoff。）
　　Butharktothemusic；thedancehasbegun。
　　Thecloselydrapedwindowswideopenareflung；
　　Thenotesofthepiccolo，joyousandlight，Likebubblesburstforthonthewarmsummernight。
　　Roundaboutgothedancers；incirclestheyfly；
　　Trip，trip，gotheirfeetastheirskirtseddyby；
　　Andswifterandlighter，butsomewhattooplain，WhisksthefaircircumvolvingMissAddieDeLaine。
　　TaglioniandCeritowellmighthavepinedForthevigorandeasethathermovementscombined；
　　E’enRigelbocheneverflunghigherherrobeInthenaughtiestcitythat’sknownontheglobe。
　　’Twasamazing，’twasscandalous；lostinsurprise，Someopenedtheirmouths，andafewshuttheireyes。
　　Buthark！AtthemomentMissAddieDeLaine，CirclingroundattheouteredgeofanellipseWhichbroughtherfairformtothewindowagain，Fromthearmsofherpartnerincautiouslyslips！
　　Andashriekfillstheair，andthemusicisstill，AndthecrowdgatherroundwhereherpartnerforlornStillfrenziedlypointsfromthewidewindow-sillIntospaceandthenight；forMissAddiewasgone！
　　Gonelikethebubblethatburstsinthesun；
　　Gonelikethegrainwhenthereaperisdone；
　　Gonelikethedewonthefreshmorninggrass；
　　Gonewithoutpartingfarewell；andalas！
　　Gonewithaflavorofhydrogengas！
　　Whentheweatherispleasant，youfrequentlymeetAwhite-headedmanslowlypacingthestreet；
　　Histremblinghandshadinghislack-lustreeye，Halfblindwithcontinuallyscanningthesky。
　　Rumorpointshimassomeastronomicalsage，Re-perusingbydaythecelestialpage；
　　Butthereader，sagacious，willrecognizeBrown，Tryingvainlytoconjurehislostsweetheartdown，Andlearnthesternmoralthisstorymustteach，ThatGeniusmayliftitsloveoutofitsreach。
　　ALEGENDOFCOLOGNE
　　AbovethebonesSt。Ursulaowns，Andthoseofthevirginsshechaperons；
　　Abovetheboats，Andthebridgethatfloats，AndtheRhineandthesteamers’smokythroats；
　　Abovethechimneysandquaint-tiledroofs，Abovetheclatterofwheelsandhoofs；
　　AboveNewmarket’sopenspace，AbovethatconsecratedplaceWherethegenuinebonesoftheMagiseenare，AndthedozenshopsoftherealFarina；
　　HigherthanevenoldHohestrasse，Whosehousesthreatenthetimidpasser，——
　　Abovethemall，Throughscaffoldstall，Andspireslikedelicatelimbsinsplinters，ThegreatCologne’sCathedralstonesClimbthroughthestormsofeighthundredwinters。
　　Unfinishedthere，Inhighmid-airThetowershaltlikeabrokenprayer；
　　Throughyearsbelated，Unconsummated，Thehopeofitsarchitectquitefrustrated。
　　ItsveryyouthTheysay，forsooth，Withaquiteimproperpurposemated；
　　AndeverystoneWithacurseofitsownInsteadofthatsermonShakespearestated，Sincethedayitschoir，Whichalladmire，ByCologne’sArchbishopwasconsecrated。
　　Ah！THATwasaday，Onewellmightsay，Tobemarkedwiththelargest，whiteststoneTobefoundinthetowersofallCologne！
　　AlongtheRhine，FromoldRheinstein，Thepeopleflowedliketheirowngoodwine。
　　FromRudesheim，AndGeisenheim，Andeveryspotthatisknowntorhyme；
　　FromthefamedCat’sCastleofSt。Goarshausen，TothepicturedroofsofAssmannshausen，Anddownthetrack，FromquaintSchwalbachTotheclusteringtilesofBacharach；
　　FromBingen，henceTooldCoblentz：
　　Fromeverycastellatedcrag，Wheretherobberchieftainskepttheir"swag，"
　　Thefolkflowedin，andOber-CasselShonewiththepompofknightandvassal；
　　Andpouringinfromnearandfar，AstheRhinetoitsbosomdrawstheAhr，OrtakesthearmofthesoberMosel，SoinCologne，knight，squire，andlosel，Chokedupthecity’sgateswithmenFromoldSt。StephentoZintMarjen。
　　Whathadtheycometosee？Ahme！
　　Ifearnoglitterofpageantry，NorsacredzealForChurch’sweal，Norfaithinthevirgins’bonestoheal；
　　NorchildliketrustinfrankconfessionDrewthese，who，dyedindeeptransgression，StillineachnestOneverycrestKeptstolengoodsintheirpossession；
　　ButonlytheirgoutForsomethingnew，Morerarethanthe"roast"ofawanderingJew；
　　Or——tobeexact——
　　Tosee——infact——
　　AChristiansoul，intheveryactOfbeingdamned，secundumartem，Bythedevil，beforeasoulcouldpart’em。
　　ForarumorhadflownThroughoutCologneThatthechurch，infact，wasthedevil’sown；
　　Thatitsarchitect（Beinglong"suspect"）
　　HadconfessedtotheBishopthathehadwreckedNotonlyhisOWNsoul，buthadlostTheVERYFIRSTCHRISTIANSOULthatcrossedThesacredthreshold：andall，infine，ForthatverybeautifuldesignOfthewonderfulchoirTheywerepleasedtoadmire。
　　Andreally，hemustbeallowedtosay——
　　Tospeakinapurelybusinessway——
　　That，takingtherulingmarketpricesOfsoulsandchurches，insuchacrisisItwouldbeshown——
　　AndhisGracemustown——
　　ItwasreallyaBARGAINforCologne！
　　SuchwasthetaleThatturnedcheekspaleWiththethoughtthattheenemymightprevail，AndthechurchdoorssnapWithathunderclapOnaChristiansoulinthatdevil’strap。
　　Butawiserfew，WhothoughtthattheyknewCologne’sArchbishop，replied，"Pooh，pooh！
　　Justwatchhimandwait，Andassureasfate，You’llfindthattheBishopwillgivecheckmate。"
　　OneheremightnoteHowthepopularvote，Asshowninalllegendsandanecdote，DeclaresthatabreachOftrusttoo’erreachThedevilissomethingquiteproperforeach。
　　And，really，ifyouGivethedevilhisdueInspiteoftheproverb——it’ssomethingyou’llrue。
　　Buttolieanddeceivehim，Touseandtoleavehim，FromJobuptoFaustisthewaytoreceivehim，ThoughnoonehasheardIteveraverredThatthe"FatherofLies"everyetbrokeHISword，Buthasleftthisposition，Ineverytradition，Tobetakenalonebythe"truth-loving"Christian！
　　Bom！fromthetower！
　　Itisthehour！
　　Thehostpoursin，initspompandpowerOfbannersandpyx，Andhighcrucifix，Andcrosiersandotherprocessionalsticks，AndnoendofMarysInquaintreliquaries，Togladdenthesoulsofalltrueantiquaries；
　　AndanOsculumPacis（AmythtothemassesWhotrustedtheirbonesmoretomailandcuirasses）——
　　AllbornebythethrongWhoaremarchingalongTothesquareoftheDomwithprocessionalsong，Withtheflaringofdips，Andbendingofhips，Andthechantingofhundredperfunctorylips；
　　AndsomegoodlittleboysWhohadcomeupfromNeussAndtheQuirinuskirchetoshowofftheirvoice：
　　AllmarchtothesquareOfthegreatDom，andthereFilerightandleft，leavingaloneandquitebareAcoveredsedan，Containing——soranTherumor——thevictimtotakeofftheban。
　　Theyhaveleftitalone，TheyhavesprinkledeachstoneOftheporchwithasanctifiedEaudeCologne，GuaranteedinthiscaseTodisguiseeverytraceOfasulphurouspresenceinthatsacredplace。
　　TwoCarmelitesstandOntherightandlefthandOfthecoveredsedanchair，towaitthecommandOftheprelatetothrowUpthecoverandshowTheformofthevictiminterrorbelow。
　　There’sapauseandaprayer，Thenthesignal，andthere——
　　IsaWOMAN！——byallthatisgoodandisfair！
　　Awoman！andknownTothemall——onemustownTOOWELLKNOWNtothemany，to-daytobeshownAsamartyr，ore’enAsaChristian！AqueenOfpleasanceandrevel，ofglitterandsheen；
　　SobadthattheworstOfColognespakeupfirst，Anddeclared’twasanoutragetosufferonecurst，AndalreadyafiefOftheSatanicchief，TomartyrherselffortheChurch’srelief。
　　ButinvainfelltheirsneerOnthemob，whoIfearOnthewholefeltastrongdispositiontocheer。
　　Awoman！andthereShestandsintheglareOfthepitilesssunandtheirpityingstare，——
　　Awomanstillyoung，WithgarmentsthatclungToafigure，thoughwastedwithpassionandwrungWithremorseanddespair，Yetstillpassingfair，Withjewelsandgoldinherdarkshininghair，Andcheeksthatarefaint’Neathherdyesandherpaint。
　　Awomanmostsurely——buthardlyasaint！
　　Shemoves。ShehasgoneFromtheirpityandscorn；
　　ShehasmountedaloneThefirststepofstone，Andthehighswingingdoorsshewideopenhasthrown，Thenpausesandturns，AsthealtarblazeburnsOnhercheeks，andwithonesuddengestureshespurnsArchbishopandPrior，Knight，ladye，andfriar，Andhervoiceringsouthighfromthevaultofthechoir。
　　"OmenofCologne！
　　WhatIWASyehaveknown；
　　WhatIAM，asIstandhere，Oneknowethalone。
　　IfitbebutHiswillIshallpassfromHimstill，Lost，curst，anddegraded，Ireckonnoill；
　　IfstillbythatsignOfHisangerdivineOnesoulshallhesaved，Hehathblessedmorethanmine。
　　OmenofCologne！
　　Standforth，ifyeownAfaithliketothis，ormorefittoatone，Andtakeyemyplace，AndGodgiveyougraceTostandandconfrontHim，likeme，facetoface！"
　　Shepaused。YetaloofTheyallstand。NoreproofBreaksthesilencethatfillsthecelestialroof。
　　Oneinstant——nomore——
　　Shehaltsatthedoor，Thenenters！……AfloodfromtherooftothefloorFillsthechurchrosyred。
　　Sheisgone！
　　Butinstead，WhoisthisleaningforwardwithglorifiedheadAndhandsstretchedtosave？
　　SurethisisnoslaveOfthePowersofDarkness，withaspectsobrave！
　　Theypresstothedoor，Buttoolate！Alliso’er。
　　Naughtremainsbutawoman’sformproneonthefloor；
　　ButtheystillseeatraceOfthatglowinherfaceThattheysawinthelightofthealtar’shighblazeOntheimagethatstandsWiththebabeinitshandsEnshrinedinthechurchesofallChristianlands。
　　ATeDeumsung，Acenserhighswung，Withpraise，benediction，andincensewide-flung，ProclaimthattheCURSE
　　ISREMOVED——andnoworseIstheDomforthetrial——infact，theREVERSE；
　　ForinsteadoftheirlosingAsoulinabusingTheEvilOne’sfaith，theygainedoneofhischoosing。
　　Thusthelegendistold：
　　YouwillfindintheoldVaultedaislesoftheDom，stiffinmarbleorcoldInironandbrass，Ingownandcuirass，Theknights，priests，andbishopswhocametothatMass；
　　Andhigho’ertherest，Withherbabeatherbreast，TheimageofMaryMadonnatheblest。
　　Butyoulookroundinvain，Oneachhighpicturedpane，Forthewomanmostworthytowalkinhertrain。
　　Yet，standingto-dayO’erthedustandtheclay，’Midsttheghostsofalifethathaslongpassedaway，Withtheslow-sinkingsunLookingsoftlyuponThatstained-glassprocession，IscarcemisstheoneThatitdoesnotreveal，ForIknowandIfeelThatthesearebutshadows——thewomanwasreal！
　　THETALEOFAPONY
　　Nameofmyheroine，simply"Rose；"
　　Surname，tolerableonlyinprose；
　　Habitat，Paris，——thatiswhereSheresidedforchangeofair；
　　Aetattwenty；complexionfair；
　　Rich，goodlooking，anddebonnaire；
　　SmarterthanJerseylightning。There！
　　That’sherphotograph，donewithcare。
　　InParis，whatevertheydobesides，EVERYLADYINFULLDRESSRIDES！
　　MoireantiquesyounevermeetSweepingthefilthofadirtystreetButeverywoman’sclaimtotonDependsuponTheteamshedrives，whetherphaeton，Landau，orbritzka。Henceit’splainThatRose，whowasofhertoiletvain，ShouldhaveateamthatoughttobeEqualtoanyinallParis！
　　"Bringforththehorse！"ThecommissaireBowed，andbroughtMissRoseapairLeadinganequipagerichandrare。
　　Whydoththatlovelyladystare？
　　Why？ThetailoftheoffgraymareIsbobbed，byallthat’sgoodandfair！
　　Liketheshaving-brushesthatsoldierswear，ScarcelyshowingasmuchbackhairAsTamO’Shanter’s"Meg，"——andthere，Lordknows，she’dlittleenoughtospare。
　　ThatstareandfrowntheFrenchmanknew，Butdidaswell-bredFrenchmendo：
　　Raisedhisshouldersabovehiscrown，Joinedhisthumbswiththefingersdown，Andsaid，"Ah，Heaven！"——then，"Mademoiselle，Delayoneminute，andalliswell！"
　　Hewent——returned；bywhatgoodchanceThesethingsaremanagedsowellinFranceIcannotsay，buthemadethesale，Andthebob-tailedmarehadaflowingtail。
　　AllthatisfalseinthisworldbelowBetraysitselfinaloveofshow；
　　IndignantNaturehidesherlashInthepurple-blackofadyedmustache；
　　TheshallowestfopwilltripinFrench，Thewould-becriticwillmisquoteTrench；
　　Inshort，you’realwayssuretodetectAshaminthethingsfolksmostaffect；
　　Bean-podsarenoisiestwhendry，Andyoualwayswinkwithyourweakesteye：
　　Andthat’sthereasontheoldgraymareForeverhadhertailintheair，Withflourishesbeyondcompare，ThougheverywhiskIncurredtheriskOfleavingthatsensitiveregionbare。
　　Shedidsomethingsthatyoucouldn’tbutfeelShewouldn’thavedonehadhertailbeenreal。
　　ChampsElysees：time，pastfive。
　　Theregothecarriages，——lookalive！
　　Everythingthatmancandrive，Orhisinventiveskillcontrive，——
　　YankeebuggyorEnglish"chay，"
　　Dog-cart，droschky，andsmartcoupe，Adesobligeantequitebulky（FrenchideaofaYankeesulky）；
　　Bandinthedistanceplayingamarch，Footmanstandingstiffasstarch；
　　Savans，lorettes，deputies，Arch-
　　Bishops，andtheretogetherrangeSous-lieutenantsandcent-gardes（strangeWaythesesoldier-chapsmakechange），Mixedwithblack-eyedPolishdames，Withunpronounceableawfulnames；
　　Lacestrembleandribbonsflout，Coachmenwrangleandgendarmesshout——
　　Blessus！whatistherowabout？
　　Ah！herecomesRosy’snewturnout！
　　Smart！Youbetyourlife’twasthat！
　　Nifty！（shortformagnificat）。
　　Mulberrypanels，——heraldicspread，——
　　Ebonywheelspickedoutwithred，Andtwograymaresthatwerethoroughbred：
　　Nowonderthateverydandy’sheadWasturnedbytheturnout，——and’twassaidThatCaskowhisky（friendoftheCzar），Averygoodwhip（asRussiansare），WastiedtoRosy’striumphalcar，Entranced，thereaderwillunderstand，By"ribbons"thatgracedherheadandhand。
　　Alas！thehouryouthinkwouldcrownYourhighestwishesshouldletyoudown！
　　OrFateshouldturn，byyourownmischance，Yourvictor’scartoanambulance，Fromcloudlessheavensherlightningsglance！
　　（Andthesethingshappen，eveninFrance。）
　　AndsoMissRose，asshetrottedby，Thecynosureofeveryeye，Sawtoherhorrortheoffmareshy，FlourishhertailsoexceedinglyhighThat，disregardingtheclosesttie，Andwithoutgivingareasonwhy，SheflungthattailsofreeandfriskyOffinthefaceofCaskowhisky。
　　Excuses，blushes，smiles：infine，Endofthepony’stail，andmine！
　　ONACONEOFTHEBIGTREES
　　（SEQUOIAGIGANTEA）
　　BrownfoundlingoftheWesternwood，Babeofprimevalwildernesses！
　　LongonmytablethouhaststoodEncountersstrangeandrudecaresses；
　　Perchancecontentedwiththylot，Surroundingsnew，andcuriousfaces，AsthoughtencenturieswerenotImprisonedinthyshiningcases。
　　Thoubring’stmebackthehalcyondaysOfgratefulrest，theweekofleisure，Thejourneylappedinautumnhaze，Thesweetfatiguethatseemedapleasure，Themorningride，thenoondayhalt，Theblazingslopes，thereddustrising，Andthenthedim，brown，columnedvault，Withitscool，damp，sepulchralspicing。
　　OncemoreIseetherockingmastsThatscrapethesky，theironlytenantThejay-bird，thatinfroliccastsFromsomehighyardhisbroadbluepennant。
　　IseetheIndianfilesthatkeepTheirplacesinthedustyheather，Theirredtrunksstandingankle-deepInmoccasinsofrustyleather。
　　Iseeallthis，andmarvelmuchThatthou，sweetwoodlandwaif，artableTokeepthecompanyofsuchAsthrongthyfriend’s——thepoet’s——table：
　　Thelatestspawnthepresshathcast，——
　　The"modernpopes，""thelaterByrons，"——
　　Why，e’enthebestmaynotoutlastThypoorrelation——Sempervirens。
　　ThysiresawthelightthatshoneOnMohammed’supliftedcrescent，OnmanyaroyalgildedthroneAnddeedforgotteninthepresent；
　　HesawtheageofsacredtreesAndDruidgrovesandmysticlarches；
　　AndsawfromforestdomesliketheseThebuilderbringhisGothicarches。
　　Andmustthou，foundling，stillforegoThyheritageandhighambition，Toliefulllowlyandfulllow，Adjustedtothynewcondition？
　　Nothiddeninthedriftedsnows，Butunderink-dropsidlyspattered，AndleavesephemeralasthoseThatonthywoodlandtombwerescattered？
　　Yetliethouthere，Ofriend！andspeakThemoralofthysimplestory：
　　Thoughlifeisallthatthoudostseek，Andagealonethycrownofglory，NotthinetheonlygermsthatfailThepurposeoftheirhighcreation，IftheirpoortenementsavailForworldlyshowandostentation。
　　LONEMOUNTAIN
　　（CEMETERY，SANFRANCISCO）
　　ThisisthathillofaweThatPersianSindbadsaw，——
　　Themountmagnetic；
　　Andonitsseawardface，Scatteredalongitsbase，Thewrecksprophetic。
　　HerecometheargosiesBlownbyeachidlebreeze，Toandfroshifting；
　　YettothehillofFateAlldrawing，soonorlate，——
　　Daybydaydrifting；
　　DriftingforeverhereBarksthatformanyayearBravedwindandweather；
　　ShallopsbutyesterdayLaunchedonyonshiningbay，——
　　Drawnalltogether。
　　Thisistheendofall：
　　Sunthyselfbythewall，OpoorerHindbad！
　　EnvynotSindbad’sfame：
　　HerecomealikethesameHindbadandSindbad。
　　ALNASCHAR
　　Here’syertoyballoons！Allsizes！
　　Twentycentsforthat。ItrisesJestasquickasthat’ere，Miss，Twiceasbig。YeseeitisSomemorefancy。MakeitsquareFiftyfor’emboth。That’sfair。
　　That’sthesixthI’vesoldsincenoon。
　　Trade’sreviving。JustassoonAsthislot’sworkedoff，I’lltakeWholesalefiggers。Makeorbreak，——
　　That’smymotto！ThenI’llbuyInsomefirst-classlotteryOnehalfticket，numberedright——
　　AsIdreamedaboutlastnight。
　　That’llfetchit。Don’ttellme！
　　Whenaman’sinluck，yousee，Allthingshelphim。EverychanceHitshimlikeanavalanche。
　　Here’syourtoyballoons，Miss。Eh？
　　Youwon’tturnyourfacethisway？
　　Mebbeyou’llbegladsomeday。
　　WiththatcleartenthousandprizeThis’yertradeI’lldrop，andriseIntowholesale。No！I’lltakeStocksinWallStreet。Makeorbreak，——
　　That’smymotto！Withmyluck，Where’sthechanceofbeingstuck？
　　Callitsixtythousand，clear，MadeinWallStreetinoneyear。
　　Sixtythousand！Umph！Let’ssee！
　　Bondandmortgage’lldoforme。
　　Good！ThatgalthatpassedmebyScornfullike——why，mebbeI
　　Someday’llholdinpawn——whynot？——
　　Allherfather’sprop。She’llspotWhat’smylittlegame，andseeWhatI’mafter’sHER。He！he！
　　He！he！Whenshecomestosue——
　　Let’ssee！What’sthethingtodo？
　　Kickher？No！There’stheperliss！
　　Sorterthrowherofflikethis。
　　Hello！Stop！Help！Murder！Hey！
　　There’smywholestockgotaway，Kitingonthehouse-tops！Lost！
　　Allapoorman’sfortin！Cost？
　　Twentydollars！Eh！What’sthis？
　　Fiftycents！Godblessye，Miss！
　　THETWOSHIPS
　　AsIstandbythecrossonthelonemountain’screst，Lookingovertheultimatesea，Inthegloomofthemountainashipliesatrest，Andonesailsawayfromthelea：
　　Onespreadsitswhitewingsonafar-reachingtrack，Withpennantandsheetflowingfree；
　　Onehidesintheshadowwithsailslaidaback，——
　　Theshipthatiswaitingforme！
　　Butlo！inthedistancethecloudsbreakaway，TheGate’sglowingportalsIsee；
　　AndIhearfromtheoutgoingshipinthebayThesongofthesailorsinglee。
　　SoIthinkoftheluminousfootprintsthatboreThecomforto’erdarkGalilee，Andwaitforthesignaltogototheshore，Totheshipthatiswaitingforme。
　　ADDRESS
　　（OPENINGOFTHECALIFORNIATHEATRE，SANFRANCISCO，JANUARY19，1870）
　　Briefwords，whenactionswait，arewell：
　　Theprompter’shandisonhisbell；
　　Thecomingheroes，lovers，kings，Areidlyloungingatthewings；
　　Behindthecurtain’smysticfoldTheglowingfutureliesunrolled；
　　Andyet，onemomentforthePast，Oneretrospect，——thefirstandlast。
　　"Theworld’sastage，"theMastersaid。
　　To-nightamightiertruthisread：
　　Notintheshiftingcanvasscreen，Theflashofgasortinselsheen；
　　NotintheskillwhosesignalcallsFromemptyboardsbaronialhalls；
　　But，frontingseaandcurvingbay，Beholdtheplayersandtheplay。
　　Ah，friends！beneathyourrealskiesTheactor’sshort-livedtriumphdies：
　　Onthatbroadstageofempirewon，Whosefootlightswerethesettingsun，WhoseflatsadistantbackgroundroseIntracklesspeaksofendlesssnows；
　　Heregeniusbows，andtalentwaitsTocopythatbutOnecreates。
　　Yourshiftingscenes：theleagueofsand，Anavenuebyoceanspanned；
　　Thenarrowbeachofstragglingtents，Amileofstatelymonuments；
　　Yourstandard，lo！aflagunfurled，Whoseclingingfoldsclasphalftheworld，——
　　Thisisyourdrama，builtonfacts，With"twentyyearsbetweentheacts。"
　　Onemomentmore：ifhereweraiseTheoft-sunghymnoflocalpraise，Beforethecurtainfactsmustsway；
　　HEREwaitsthemoralofyourplay。
　　Glassedinthepoet’sthought，youviewWhatmoneycan，yetcannotdo；
　　Thefaiththatsoars，thedeedsthatshine，Abovethegoldthatbuildstheshrine。
　　Andoh！whenotherstakeourplace，AndEarth’sgreencurtainhidesourface，Ereonthestage，sosilentnow，Thelastnewheromakeshisbow：
　　Somayourdeeds，recalledoncemoreInMemory’ssweetbutbriefencore，Downallthecirclingagesrun，Withtheworld’splauditof"Welldone！"
　　DOLLYVARDEN
　　DearDolly！whodoesnotrecallThethrillingpagethatpicturedallThosecharmsthatheldoursenseinthrallJustastheartistcaughther，——
　　AsdownthatEnglishlaneshetripped，Inboweredchintz，hatsidewaystipped，Trim-bodiced，bright-eyed，roguish-lipped，——
　　Thelocksmith’sprettydaughter？
　　SweetfragmentoftheMaster’sart！
　　Osimplefaith！Orusticheart！
　　OmaidthathathnocounterpartInlife’sdry，dog-earedpages！
　　Whereshallwefindthylike？Ah，stay！
　　MethinksIsawheryesterdayInchintzthatflowered，asonemightsay，Perennialforages。
　　Herfather’smodestcotwasstone，Fivestorieshigh；instyleandtoneComposite，and，Ifranklyown，WithinitswallsrevealingSomecertainnovel，strangeideas：
　　AGothicdoorwithRomanpiers，Andfloorsremovedsomethousandyears，FromtheirPompeianceiling。
　　ThesmallsalonwhereshereceivedWasLouisQuatorze，andrelievedByChinesecabinets，conceivedGrotesquelybytheheathen；
　　Thesofaswereaclassicsight，——
　　TheRomanbench（sediliahight）；
　　ThechairswereFrenchingoldandwhite，AndoneElizabethan。
　　Andshe，thegoddessofthatshrine，Tworingedfingersplacedinmine，——
　　Thestonesweremanycaratsfine，Andofthepurestwater，——
　　Thendroppedacurtsy，farenoughTofairlyfillhercretonnepuffAndshowthepetticoat’srichstuffThatherfondparentboughther。
　　Herspeechwassimpleasherdress，——
　　NotFrenchthemore，butEnglishless，Sheloved；yetsometimes，Iconfess，Iscarcecouldcomprehendher。
　　Hermannerswerequitefarfromshy。
　　TherewasaquietinhereyeAppallingtotheHughwho’dtryWithrudenesstooffendher。
　　"Butwhence，"Icried，"thismasquerade？
　　Somefigureforto-night’scharade，AWatteaushepherdessormaid？"
　　Shesmiledandbeggedmypardon：
　　"Why，surelyyoumustknowthename，——
　　ThatwomanwhowasShakespeare’sflameOrByron’s，——well，it’sallthesame：
　　Why，Lord！I’mDollyVarden！"
　　TELEMACHUSVERSUSMENTOR
　　Don’tmindme，Ibegyou，oldfellow，——I’lldoverywellherealone；
　　Youmustnotbekeptfromyour"German"becauseI’vedroppedinlikeastone。
　　Leaveallceremonybehindyou，leaveallthoughtofaughtbutyourself；
　　Andleave，ifyoulike，theMadeira，andadozencigarsontheshelf。
　　Asforme，youwillsaytoyourhostess——well，Iscarcelyneedgiveyouacue。
　　Chantmypraise！AllwilllisttoApollo，thoughMercurypipetoafew。
　　Sayjustwhatyouplease，mydearboy；there’smoreeloquenceliesinyouth’srashOutspokenheart-impulsethanevergrowledunderthisgrizzlingmustache。
　　Go，donthedresscoatofourtyrant，——youth’spanopliedarmorforfight，——
　　Andtiethewhiteneckcloththatrumples，likepleasure，andlastsbutanight；
　　AndpraytheNineGodstoavertyouwhattimetheThreeSistersshallfrown，Andyou’llloseyourhigh-comedyfigure，andsitmoreateaseinyourgown。
　　He’soff！There’shisfootonthestaircase。ByJove，whatabound！
　　ReallynowDidIeverleaplikethisspringald，withLove’schapletgreenonmybrow？
　　WasIsuchanass？No，Ifancy。Indeed，IrememberquiteplainAgravitymixedwithmytransports，acheerfulnesssoftenedmypain。
　　He’sgone！There’stheslamofhiscabdoor，there’stheclatterofhoofsandthewheels；
　　Andwhilehethelighttoeistripping，inthisarmchairI’lltiltupmyheels。
　　He’sgone，andforwhat？Foratremorfromawaistlikeateetotumspun；
　　Forarosebudthat’scrumpledbymanybeforeitisgatheredbyone。
　　Istherenaughtinthehaloofyouthbuttheglowofapassionaterace——’Midstthecheersandapplauseofacrowd——tothegoalofabeautifulface？
　　Aracethatisnottotheswift，aprizethatnomeritsenforce，Butiswonbysomefaineantyouth，whoshallsimplywalkoverthecourse？
　　Poorboy！shallIshockhisconceit？Whenhetalksofhercheek’sloveliness，ShallIsay’twastheairoftheroom，andwasduetocarbonicexcess？
　　Thatwhenwaltzingshedroopedonhisbreast，andtheveinsofhereyelidsgrewdim，’Twasoxygen’sabsenceshefelt，butneverthepresenceofhim？
　　ShallItellhimfirstloveisafraud，aweaklingthat’sstrangledinbirth，Recalledwithperfunctorytears，butlostinunsanctifiedmirth？
　　OrshallIgobidhimbelieveinallwomankind’scharm，andforgetInthelightringinglaughoftheworldtherattlesnake’sgaycastanet？
　　ShallItearoutaleaffrommyheart，fromthatbookthatforeverisshutOnthepast？ShallIspeakofmyfirstlove——Augusta——myLalage？
　　ButIforget。WasitreallyAugusta？No。’TwasLucy！No。Mary！
　　No。Di！
　　Nevermind！theywereallfirstandfaithless，andyet——I’veforgottenjustwhy。
　　No，no！Lethimdreamonandever。Alas！hewillwakentoosoon；
　　Anditdoesn’tlookwellforOctobertoalwaysbepreachingatJune。
　　Poorboy！Allhisfondfoolishtrophiespinnedyonder——abowfromHERhair，Afewbillets-doux，invitations，and——what’sthis？Myname，I
　　declare！
　　Humph！"You’llcome，forI’vegotyouaprize，withbeautyandmoneynoend：
　　Youknowher，Ithink；’twasonditsheoncewasengagedtoyourfriend；
　　Butshesaysthat’sallover。"Ah，isit？SweetEthel！incomparablemaid！
　　Or——whatifthethingwereatrick？——thislettersofreelydisplayed！——
　　Myopportunepresence！No！nonsense！Willnobodyanswerthebell？
　　Callacab！Halfpastten。Nottoolateyet。Oh，Ethel！Whydon’tyougo？Well？
　　"Mastersaidyouwouldwait"——Hangyourmaster！"HaveIeveramessagetosend？"
　　Yes，tellhimI’vegonetotheGermantodancewiththefriendofhisfriend。